Sunday, December 23, 2007

A dog's view








Look at me,
look at you,
I am so big,
you are so small.
(I am not sure who's saying this to whom. Looks like it fits.)



Taare Zameen Par




Hardly between 6-10 years, but the acrobatic duo are the earning members of their family. Rajpath is like an offfice for them where they walk in and perform, get shoed away, mocked at, smiled and sometimes showered with sympathy.
The other pik captures a child who's come with his parent (not in the frame) to see the monument. He is ecstatic, running away from the India Gate and still looking at it.

Daddy, we're at home


Another set of tourists. The smile on their face, the warmth and the bond, everything about that particular moment when they were passing me by was worth capturing. I am glad i managed to be distracted and get a piece of "Papa&Son".

Stuff for sale on Rajpath






By the looks of it, everything that surrounds the monument is majestic. Here, the vendors at the Rajpath look on with anticipation. I am not sure if the anticipation revolves around getting a prospective customer or to sell the stuff that they have carried. To me they look like as if strewn in their own worlds, dreaming about ships, plane, a palace, or maybe anything....beyond our imagination's reach.
God bless them all.
Photo(c) Rachit

Mum's day out


Mum, dad and the child.
Tourists at the site.

Let there be light...always


Amar Jawan Jyoti. Wonder what fuels the

flame?

his own Music




Of all the vendors who sell various kinds of stuff near the monument, this guy chose to sell Flutes. He plays the popular Bollywood numbers and always wears a smile on his face.

looking at us : President


A view of the President's Estate. The India Gate falls behind the camera.

View from Rajpath


The President's Estate falls behind the camera.

India wa(l)king



The India Gate stands majestic. The picture was taken on a cold yet sunny and a windy December morning. The New Delhi winter was at its best. The picture was taken en-route to work. Though I pass the monument everyday while traveling towards my office, the temptation on this particular day, to stop and shoot was overwhelming and overpowering. I am glad I stopped by while the world moved on.

Roobaroo, roshni!




The journey begins at India Gate. Situated in the capital of the country, the place is like a point-of-germination for all things Indian. Thus it was picked (to initiate this blog project) not without a reason.

India Gate was originally called the All India War Memorial. It is a monument built by Edwin Lutyens to commemorate the Indian soldiers who died in World War I and the Afghan Wars.

The foundation for India Gate was laid on 10 February 1921 by the Duke of Connaught. The names of the soldiers who died in these wars are inscribed on the walls. It was completed in 1931.

Inscribed on top of India Gate in capital letters is the line:

To the dead of the Indian armies who fell honoured in France and Flanders Mesopotamia and Persia East Africa Gallipoli and elsewhere in the near and the far-east and in sacred memory also of those whose names are recorded and who fell in India or the north-west frontier and during the Third Afgan War.

The shrine itself is a black marble cenotaph with a rifle placed on its barrel, crested by a soldier's helmet. Each face of the cenotaph has inscribed in gold the words "Amar Jawan". This cenotaph is itself placed on an edifice which has on its four corners four flames that are perpetually kept alive.

The 42 metre tall India Gate is situated such that many important roads spread out from it. Some of the major roads that branch outfrom the hexagonal-India Gate vicinity include, Akbar Road, Shahjahan Road, Ashoka Road, Pandara Road, and Purana Qila Road.